We were exhausted on our first day in Dublin. This is due to staying up all night the night before and sleeping less than an hour on the plane. Needless to say we learned our lesson.

We went to the Guinness Brewery -Jeanette’s choice. On our way, we stopped at an old fashion Irish pub. Enormous stone fireplace, dripping wax candles, cobwebs, giant pints and giant tables and boothes. I got some traditional Irish stew, which was the perfect remedy to lift my cold, dead spirits (sleep depravation and cold weather are not the best when traveling in a new place).

At the Guinness Brewery, we (and when I say we, I mean I) almost fell asleep as we wandered through what was actually just a giant sized museum that praised the Guinness brand of beer. We got our free samples at the end of the tour. 

Just before it closed, we rushed to the rooftop bar with its sweeping views of drowsy Dublin, shrouded in mist.

Jeanette and I almost passed out right there at the bar. Fortunately, we mustered enough energy to get back to the hostel for a nice, well-deserved nap in our hostel while we waited for Scott to get to Dublin. Once Scott arrived, we begrudgingly got out of bed and wandered around Temple Bar to get something to eat. We settled on fish-n-chips and cocktails in another Irish Pub. Exhausted and somewhat delirious, we returned to the hostel and collapsed to rest for a wonderful and magical next day in Dublin.